He shouted loudly.
His voice echoed through the night, but it still could not stop my sword from coming down.
Bang! My sword fell, cleaving straight into the female onmyoji's face.
Half her head was sliced off.
Her eyes bulged wide as she died on the spot.
Brains and blood spilled all over the ground...
"Yamete, yamete..."
The wounded male onmyoji was in immense pain, shouting continuously.
I looked at him. Tears streamed down his face.
He looked at me as though I had killed his father.
He raised his palm-length blade and charged at me again.
"Kiku..."
In an instant, a yellow chrysanthemum-like pattern erupted from his body again.
This "kiku" was probably the name of this Chrysanthemum Technique.
My cultivation was higher than his, and he was injured. I had nothing to fear.
"Your damn kiku won't do shit!"
Lightning Technique!
Crack! Arcs of electricity danced across the Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword as I swung upward.
Bang! With a thunderous explosion, he went all out this time. My strike failed to knock him back.
In terms of raw strength, he even had the edge over me.
Yet blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Clearly, he was fighting me with his life on the line.
I would not show mercy either. Those tricks were still far from enough to hurt me.
I instantly unleashed the Tong Ghost Hand, not giving him even a moment to react.
The Tong Ghost Hand shot out with a whoosh, its claw piercing straight through his chest...
Blood immediately spilled from his mouth and nose. I merely stared at him coldly and kicked him.
"Get lost!"
With that kick, he spat out blood and collapsed to the ground. He twitched twice, then breathed his last.
But it was not over. Just as